Page 26 of Tara's Warriors

He slowly raised her dress, then moved so his wide shoulders spread her legs as far as they could in the doorway. She was wide open to him, her panties still pulled rudely to the side, exposing her wet and swollen sex. Just the feeling of the air was almost enough to get her off, and she cried out in sheer delight when Phin leaned forward and licked.

Not a small one, either. Not a tentative taste. No, he licked her pussy like it was his favorite ice cream and he was starving. Broad, sweeping strokes of his tongue, as if he tried to absorb every drop of her arousal. Even the sounds he made were hungry, low-intense growls deep in his chest that seemed to vibrate through his mouth and into her contracting sex.

To her shock, Karwin reached between them and held her outer labia open for his friend. “There, this is the center of her pleasure. Suckle her here.”

Phin’s soft lips wrapped around her clit and she screamed at the intense pleasure. It was so, so good, winding her muscles tighter and tighter until she nearly shook. Karin continued to spread her folds for Phin, massaging her lightly while worshiping her neck. All the cells in her body seemed to tingle, then she exploded. Hot waves of pleasure had her twisting in Karwin and Phin’s arms, each praising her as she climaxed—telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy.

Slowly, the contractions eased, with Phin continuing to try and capture all her release.

“Did we please you?” Karwin asked in a strained voice.

Unable to open her eyes, she smiled. “Amazing.”

The world spun a bit, and she opened her eyes to find herself in Phin’s arms. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you,” he said with a smile. Her climax glistened on his beard. “It is my honor to do so.”

Too exhausted by her epic orgasm to fight, and feeling more than a little tipsy, she rested her head against his chest. “Okay. The key with the red thingy on it opens the door.”

After they entered her two story restored farmhouse, Phin carried her right upstairs to her bedroom.

Despite her recent release, interest heated her blood and the still swollen flesh between her legs. Karwin had turned on her bedside light, revealing the gray, pink, and teal decorated bedroom. A dried flower arrangement woven around a star made of mirror pieces, and her room was definitely feminine. Flinging herself back on the bed, she stared up at them with a smile. She should feel awkward having her first threesome. Instead, having them there felt natural. Right in a way she never could have imagined.

“Would you like to join me?” she asked as she gave them what she hoped was a seductive look.

To her complete disappointment, Phin shook his head, “I am afraid we cannot. We want to court you in the way you deserve, Tara. That means waiting until you are sober before we consummate our bond.”

“Consummate our bond?” She leaned up on one elbow, feeling a little dizzy lying flat on her back.

“Language barrier,” Karwin said quickly as he knelt next to her bed. “May I have another kiss before we go?”

Pouting, she leaned forward so he could kiss her. “Fine.”

He kept their kiss relatively chaste, as did Phin, much to her disappointment.

“Go to sleep,” Phin said as they both helped her out of her shoes and beneath her covers. “We will return tomorrow to check on you.”

“Check on me?” She yawned. “Oh, you mean to see if I’m hungover. I’ll be fine. Drink some water before I fall asleep.”

The corner of Karwin’s mouth curled up slightly. “Goodnight, myalyah.”

“What’s thisalyahyou keep calling me?”

Phin turned off her bedside light. “We will tell you later. Sleep well and dream of us.”

“I usually do,” she mumbled as she turned into her pillows and promptly passed out.

“Hey, Melinda,” Tara croaked into her phone twelve hours later. “Thanks for keeping Jillian for another night.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come over and drop off some soup?”

“No, thanks. I’m not sick, just really hungover,” Tara said as she rested her head on the back of her couch. Her eyes closed as her headache finally started to fade. “I puked my guts out this morning, and I’m starting to feel a little better. No more peach margaritas for me.”

“When little ears aren’t listening, I want to hear all about what happened last night.”

“What happened was they were perfect gentlemen, tucked me into bed and left.”

“Maybe they are gay,” Melinda murmured.

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